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And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me, But he fell to himself again, and, sweetly,
Shall cry for blessings on him: May he live In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.
Longer than I have time to tell his years! 2 Gen. I do not think he fears death.
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be ! 1 Gen.
Sure, he does not, | And, when old time shall lead him to his end, He never was so womanish; the cause
Goodness and he fill up one monument ! He may a little grieve at.
Lev. To the water side I must conduct your grace ; 2 Gen. Certainly,
Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, The cardinal is the end of this.
Who undertakes you to your end. 1 Gen.
Prepare there, By all conjectures: First Kildare's attainder,
The duke is coming: see, the barge be ready;
And fit it with such furniture, as suits
Nay, sir Nicholas, 2 Gen.
That trick of state Let it alone; my state now will but mock me. Was a deep envious one.
When I came hither, I was lord high constable, 1 Gen. It his return,
Andduke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bolun : No doubt he will requite it. This is noted,
Yet I am richer than my base accusers, And generally; woever the king favours,
That never knew what truth meant : I now seal it; The cardinal instantly will find employment,
And with that blood will make them one day gruan And far enough from court too.
fort. 2 Gen.
All the commoirs My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience, Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard, Wish him ten fathom deep: this duke as much Flying for succour to his servant Banister, They love and dote on; call him, bounteous Buck
Being distress d, was by that wretch betray'd, ingham,
And without trial fell; God's peace be with him! The mirror of all courtesy ;
Henry the seventh succeeding, truls pitying 1 Gen.
Stay there, sir,
My father's loss, like a most royal prince, And see the noble ruin'il man you speak of.
Restor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins,
Made my name once more noble. Now his son, Enter Buckingham from his arraignment; Tipstaves
Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all before him; the axe with the edge towards him; Hal
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken berds on each side: with him. Sir Thomas Lovell,
For ever from the world. I had my trial, Sir Nicholas laus, Sir William Sands, and common
And, must needs say, a noble one ; which makes me People.
A little happier than my wretched father: 2 Gen. Let's stand close, and behold him.
Yo thus far we are one in fortunes, - Boch Buck,
All good people, Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most ; You that thus far lave cone to pity me,
A most unnatural and faithless service! Ilear what I say, and then go home and lose me. Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me, I have this day received a traitor's judgement, This from a dying man receive as certain : And og that name must die ; Yet, heaven bear witness, || Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, And if I have a conscience, let it sink me,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make friends, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
And give your liearts to, when they once perceive The law I bear no malice for my death,
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away It has done, upon the premises, but justice:
Like water from ye, never found again, But those, that sought it, I could wisho wore christians : But where they muan to sink ye. All good people, Be what they will, I heartily forgive them:
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Yet let them look, they glory not in mischief, of my long weary life is come upon me. Nor build their evils on the graves of great men; Farewell : For then my guiltless blood must cry against them. And when you would say something that is sad, For further life in this world I ne'er hope,
Speak how I fell. I have done ; and God forgive mne! Nor will I sue, although the king have mercies
[Exeunt Buckingham and train. More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, 1 Gen. O, this is full of pity !-Sir, it calls, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
I fear, too many curses on their heads, His noble fiiends, and fellows, whom to leave
That were the authors. Is only bitter to him, only dying,
If the duke be guiltless, Go with me, like good angels, to my end ;
'Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall, Make of your prayers one sweet mcrifice,
Greater than this. And lift my soul to heaven.-Ltad on, o'God's name. 1 Gen.
Good angels keep it from us! Lou. I do beseech your grace, for charity,
Where may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir ! If ever any malice in your heart
2 Gen. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. A strong faith to conceal it Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you,
Let me hare it; As I would be forgiven: I forgive all;
I do not talk much. There cannot be those numberiess offences
I am confident;
For when the king once heard it, out of anger Will bless the king : And is not this course pious ? He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel ! 'Tis To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues
most true, That durst disperse it.
These news are every where; every tongue speaks 2 Gen. But that slander, sir,
them, Is found a truth now: for it grows again
And every true heart weeps fort: All, that dare Fresher than e'er it was ; and held for certain, Look into these afíairs, see this main end,The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open Or some about him near, have, out of malice
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple
This bold bad man. That will undo her: To confirm this too,
And free us from his slavery. Carlinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,
Nor. We had need pray, As all think, for this business.
And heartily, for our deliverance; 1 Gen.
'Tis the cardinal; Or this imperious man will work us all And merely to rerenge him on the emperor,
From princes into pages : all men's honours For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos d. Into what pitch he please. 2 Gen. I think you have hit the mark: But is't not Suf.
For me, my lords, cruel,
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed : That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal As I am made without him, so I'll stand, Will have his will, and she must fall.
If the king please; his curses and his blessings 1 Gen.
'Tis woeful. Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in. We are too open here to argue this;
I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him Let's think in private more.
To him that made him proud, the pope.
Let's id; SCENE II.-An Ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter And, with some other business, put the king the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon
him : Cham. My lord,—The horses your lordskip sent for; || -My lord, you'll bear us company? with all the care I had, 1 saw tuell chosen, ridden, and
Excuse me; furnished. They were young and handsome; and of the king hath sent me other-where: besides the best breed in the north. When they were ready to
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by
Health to your lordships. commission, and main power, took 'em from me ; with
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. this reason,- His master would be served before a sub
[Exit Lord Chamberlain. ject, if not before the king: which stopped our moutlas,
Norfolk opens a folding-loor. The King is discovered
sitting, and reading pensively. I fear, he wil, indeed: Well, let him have them : He will have all, I think.
Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
K. Hen. Who is there? ha? Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk.
'Pray God, he be not angry. Nor. Well met, my good
K. Hen. Who's there, I say? how dare you thrust Lord chamberlain.
yourselves Chan. Gool day to both your graces.
Into my private meditations ? Suf. How is the king employ'd ?
Who am I? ha? Cham.
I left him private
Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Malice ne'er meant : Our breach of duty, this way, Nor.
What's the cause?
Is business of estate; in which, we come Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife
To know your royal pleasure. Has crept too neas his conscience.
You are too bold; Suf.
No, his conscience
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business : Has crept too near another lady.
Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha ?-
Enter Wolsey and Campeius.
[To Campeius. And with what zeal! For, now he has crack'd the Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; league
Use us, and it :-My good lord, have great care Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew, I be not found a talker.
[T. Wolsey. He dhives into the king's soul ; and there scatters
Sir, you cannot.
I would, your grace would give us but an hour
We are busy; go. He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
[To Norfolk and Suffolk. That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
Nor. This priest has no pride in bim? [Aside. About his neck, yet never lost her lustre !
Not to speak of; Of her, that loves him with that excellence
I would not be so sick though, for his place: That angels love good men with ; even of her But this cannot continue.
[ Aside. That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falle,
If is de,
T'l verture one heave at him.
[ Aside. || The most convenient place that I can think of, Suf.
I another. [ A side. For such receipt of learning. is Black-Friars :
(Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. There ye shall meet about this weighty business :Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom My Wolsey, see it furnish d.-O my lord, Above all princes, in committing freely
Would it not grieve an able man, to leave Your scruple to the voice of Christendom:
So sweet a bed-fellow? But, conscience, conscience. Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?' O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. (Exeunt. The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
SCENE III.-An Ante-chamber in the Queen's A. The trial just and noble. All the clerks,
partments. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingrloms, Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judgement,
Anne. Not for that veither ;-Here's the pang that Invited by your noble self, hath sent
pinches : One general tongue unto us, this good man,
His highness having liv'd so long with her; and she This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius ;
So good a lady, that no tongue could ever Whom, once more, I present unto your highness.
Pronounce dishonour of her,-by my life, K. Hen. And, one more, in mine arms I bid him | She never knew harm-doing :-0 now, after welcome,
So many courses of the sun enthron'd, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the whicde They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. To leave is a thousand-fold more bitter, than Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' || 'Tis sweet at first to acquire,-after this process, loves,
To give her the avaunt ! it is a pity You are so noble: To your highness' hand
Would move a monster.
Old L. I tender my commission; by whose virtue,
Hearts of most hand temper (The court of Rome commanding.) you, my lord Melt and lament for her. Cardinal of York, are joinéd with me their servant, Anne.
O, God's will! much better, In the unpartial judging of this business.
She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be ac Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce quainted
It from the bearer, it is a sufferance, panging Forthwith, for what you come :-Where's Gardiner? As soul and body's severing. Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her Old L.
Alas, poor lady! So dear in heart, not to deny her that
She's a stranger now again. A woman of less place might ask by law,
So much the more Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.
Must pity drop a pour her. Verily, K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, favour
And range with humble livers in content, To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal,
Thay to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary ;
And wear a golden sorrow.
Is our best having.
By my troth, and maidenhead, Wol. Give me your hand : much joy and favour to I would not be a queen. you;
Beshrew me, I would, You are the king's now.
And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you. Gard.
But to be commanded For all this spice of your hypocrisy: For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me. You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
[ Aside. i Have too a woman's heart; which ever yet K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
Affected eminence, wealth, sovenignty;
[They converse apart. Which, to say sooth, are blessings: and which gifts Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace (Saving your mincing) the capacity In this man's place before him ?
Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, Wol.
Yes, he was.
If you might please to stretch it. Cam. Was he not held a learned man?
Yes, surely. Old L. Yes, troth, and troch, -You would not be s Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then queen? Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Wol.
How! of me?
Old L. 'Tis strange; a three-pence bowed would Cam. They will not stick to say, you euvied him;
To bear that load of uitle?
No, in truth.
little ; For be would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, I would not be a young count in your way, If I command him, follows my appointment; For more than blushing comzy to: if your back I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother, Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons.
Ever to get a boy.
How you do talk!
Nay, good troth
Fer all the world.
And leave me out on't. Would, I had no being,
To think what follows.
What here you bave heard, to her.
What do you think me? [Exeunt. Cham. Good morrow, ladics. What were't worth to know
SCENE IV.-A fall im Black-Fryars. Trumpets, The secret of your conference? Anne.
My good lord,
Sennet, and Cornet3. Enter two Vergers, with short
silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habits Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
of doctors ; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury Chamn. It was a gentle business, and becoming
alone ; after him, the Bishops of Lincolo, Ely, RoThe action of good women: there is hupe,
chester, and Saint Asaph; next them, with some All will be well.
small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Anne. Now I pray God, amen!
purse, with the great seal, and a Cardinal's hat ; Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bless.
then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a ings
Gentleman-Usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
Sergeant at Arms, bearing a silver mace; then two Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's
Gentlemen, beuring two great siiver pillars; afier Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty
thein, side by side, the two Cardinals Wolsey and Commends his good opinion to you, and
Campeius; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
Then enter the King and Queen, and their Trains. Than marchioness of Pembroke; to which tide
The king takes place under the cloth of State ; the A thousand pound a year, annual support,
two Cardinals sit under him as judges. The Queen Out of his grace he adds.
takes place at some distance from the King. The Anne. I do not know,
Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in What kind of my obedience I should tender ;
manner of a consistory; between them, the Scribes. More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers
The Lords sit next the Bishops. The Crier and the Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes
rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers, and wishes,
Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read Are all I can return. 'Bestech your lordship,
Let silence be commanded. Vouchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience,
What's the need?
And on all sides the authority allow'd ;
You may then spare that time. I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit,
Be't so :-Proceed. The king hath of you. I have perus’d her well; Scribe. Say, Henry, king of England, come into the Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, [.Aside. That they have caught the king: and who knows yet,
Crier. Henry, king of England, &c. But from this lady may proceed a gem,
K, Hen. Here. To lighten all this isle?-I'll to the king,
Scribe. Say, Katharine, queen of England, come into And I spoke with you. Anne. My honour'd lord.
Crim. Katharine, queen of England, &c. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. [The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her Old L. Why, this it is ; see, see!
chair, goes about the court, comes to the King, I have been begging sixteen years in court,
and kneels at his feet; then speaks. (Am yet a courtier beggarly,) nor could
Q. Kath. Sir, I desire you, do me right and justice ; Come pat betwixt too early and too late
And to testow your pity on me : for For any suit of pounds : and you, (O fate!)
I am a most peor woman, and a stranger, A very fresh-fish here, (sye, fye, upon
Born out of your dominions; having here This compell’d fortune !) have your mouth fill'd up,
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance
Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir,
In what have I offended you? what cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, There was a lady once, ('uis an old story)
That thus you should proceed to put me off, That would not be a queen, that would she not,
And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, For all the mud in Egypt:--Have you heard it?
I have been to you a true and bumble wife, Anne. Come, you are pleasant.
At all times to your will conformable: With your theme, I could | Evcr in fear to kindle your dislike, O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembroke! || Yca, subject to your countenanec; glad, or sorry, A thousand pounds a year! for pure respect;
As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, No other obligation : By my life,
I ever contradicted your desire, That promises more thousands : Honour's train Or made is not mine too? Or which of your friends Is longer than his fore-skirt. By this time,
Have I not strove to love, although I knew I know, your back will bear a duchess ;-Say,
He were mine enemy? what friend of mine,
That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I
Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice
That I have been your wife, in this obedience, That I gainsay my deed, how may he wonil,
That I am free of your report, he knows,
I am not of your wrong. Therefore in bim My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
It lies, to cure me: and the cure is, to Agaiost your sacred person, in God's name,
Remove these thoughts from you: The which before Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
His highness shall speak in, I do beseech
You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking,
My lord, my lord, A prince most prudent, of an excellent
I am a simple woman, much too weak And unmatch'd wit and judgement : Ferdinand, To oppose your cunning. You are meek, and humble My father, king of Spain, was reckond one
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Where powers are your retainers : and your words,
Domestics to you, serve your will, as't please
You tender more your person's honour, than
Your high profession spiritual : That again
I do refuse you for my judge; and here, (And of your choice.) these reverend fathers; men Before you all, appeal unto the pope, of singular integrity and learning,
To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness, Yea, the elect of the land, who are assembled
And to be judg'd by him. to plead your cause : It shall be therefore bootless,
(She curt'sies to the king, and offers to deport, That longer you desire the court ; as well
The queen is obstinate, For your own quiet, as to rectify
Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and What is unsettled in the king.
Disdainful to be tried by it; tis not well.
She's going away.
Crier. Katharine, queen of England, come into the
Grif. Madam, you are call'd back.
Q. Kath. What need you note it? pray you, keup To you I speak.
your way : Wol. Your pleasure, madam ?
When you are call’d, returi. Now the Lord help, Q. Kath.
They vex me past my patience !--pray you pass op: I am about to weep; but, thinking that
I will not tarry: no, nor ever more,
In any of their courts.
[Exe. Queen, Griffith, and her other Attendants Wol. Be patient yet.
Go thy ways, Kate: l. Kath. I will, when you are humble; nay, before, | That man i' the world, who shall report he has Or God will punish me. I do believe,
A better wife, let him in nought be trusted,
For speaking false in that: Thou art, alone,
Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government-
The queen of earthly queens :-She is noble born;
Carried herself towards me.
Most gracious sir,
In humblest manner I require your highness,
That it shall please you to declare, in hearing Have stood to cbarity, and display'd the effects Of all these ears, (for where I am robb'd and bound Of disposition gentle, and of wisdom
There must I be unloos'd: although not there O'ertopping woman's power. Madam, you do me At once and fully satisfied.) whether ever I wrong :
Did broach this business to your highness; or I have no spleen against you ; por injustice
Laid any scruple in your way, which might For you, or any: how far I have proceeded,
Induce you to the question on't? or ever Or how far further shall, is warranted
Have to you,—but with thanks to God for such
A royal lady,-spake one the least word, might
Or touch of her good person?
My lord cardinale